I am my own worst enemy.
Helplessly going numb as my strength starts to crumble before me.
What is the point of even trying, when what I want, does not even come.
Cluster fucks and fairy tales is all I have ever known in my trails.
So why the fuck should I persevere when my train will just keep going off the rails.
A nail has been put through my sails making the trip feel like an eternity.
Yet, in spite of this, I still turn the wheel.
Only I can choose to overcome, the scum, of what my mind thinks and reels.
As frustrating as it may be, these are the cards dealt to me and I will keep fighting until I’m free.